Bass Santana, Cooliecut, Kin$oul, XXXTENTACION - Curse lyrics

Hey, check my resumé
T-t-to Bass be the glory
My dick go hard, eight (Oy, oy)
True facts, ayy, ayy
(Class of 2017, fuck niggas) ayy

Check my clock (Ayy) , I can't stop (Ayy)
Fuck around, make my 40 pop (Pew, pew, ayy)
No Popcaans, I pop pistols (yeah)
Revenge my body, clothing no issue (Ah)
Bitch you look sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I just might bless you (Ayy)
I'm metro-sexual, no high cholesterol (yeah)
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch, let's get sexual
(yeah, yeah)

Why the fuck I'd ever lie? Pussy nigga
Bet that pistol part of your disguise (yeah)
I could see it in your eyes
Runnin' from the reaper
Fuck I'm not afraid to die
Bitches creepin' on my line
Got my main upset
These hoes I fucked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
Moved to foreign, took it over
Lost my fuckin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches
Two-faced and lame-ass nigga
Gangbang for fame fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad wit' ya
I don't need a savior, fuck the faith
Cop myself an ounce and work the weight
Seen the Babylon around the way
Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today

Ridin' 'round with sinners (yeah)
Flyin' on a Nimbus (yeah)
Spot a nigga slippin'
Hold on, roll down the window, yo (Ah)
Low-key schemin' (yeah)
Leave his momma screamin', yo (yeah)
Curse these demons
Lo-Lord, curse these demons (Ah)

Chase 'em with the fuckin' TEC (Ayy)
Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'ma make it squirt, nigga, I do dirt
Nigga, I'm a merc, put 'em in the earth
Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse
Gotta finish first
(Ayy) , I just did my first (yeah)
Protect me from my curse
(From my curse, from my curse)
Ayy, yeah, bitch (Bitch)

Bitch, I put in work, spittin' with a curse
Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth?
Sell you tour merch, I just wanna fuck
I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?
Cha cha slide, all in that pussy
How you doin', love? Let's go make a movie
Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci
Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty

Ridin' 'round with sinners, mm
Flyin' on a Nimbus spot a nigga slippin'
Hold on, roll down the window, yeah
Low-key schemin', mm
Leave his momma screamin'
(T-t-to Bass be the) , yeah
Curse these demons
Lo-Lord, curse these demons lit